A farm that breeds gods and demons
Chapter 951 - 715 Warlord Stone Sculpture_1

Chapter 951: Chapter 715 Warlord Stone Sculpture_1

Su Yu jumped in shock and cried out, "You’re still here?"

Logically speaking, the shattered soul of Tezcatlipoca should have been discarded along with the "Chaos Staff," so why did it still resonate within his own mind?

The surrounding Black Warriors were also startled by Su Yu, and Wang Heng hurriedly asked, "Su Yu, what’s wrong?"

"No... It’s nothing." Su Yu quickly calmed down, let out a dry laugh, and silently responded in his mind, "Pre... predecessor, you’re still here? Did you just say that what I threw away was just the shell of the ’Chaos Staff’?"

"Look inside your storage ring, I am there..." The aged voice replied, and Su Yu quickly sensed his storage ring, immediately seeing within its space a half-translucent crystal stone about the size of half a fist, shimmering with bright blue light, as if it were carved out of blue jade.

"This... this is..." Su Yu was somewhat dumbfounded.

The old voice, sounding rather pleased with itself, said, "Didn’t I ask you to wait a moment before throwing away the ’Chaos Staff’? I took that time to compress the energy from the top nine levels of the staff into this Chaos Core. The Chaos Staff you threw away is nothing but an empty shell, with less than one level’s worth of remaining energy. Let those traitors and damned greedy fools fight over it. Heh, heh-heh..."

"This old fellow..." Su Yu realized, this remnant soul of Tezcatlipoca was no simple matter, and his methods were quite despicable. He hurriedly responded, "Old predecessor, so, the people who were lured here were also informed by your tricks, right?"

"Correct, kid, you’re quite smart..." The remnant soul of Tezcatlipoca was still self-satisfied and very proud, "It goes without saying, with just a flick of a finger, I can make those greedy fools skin themselves."

Su Yu wanted to ask more, but the aged voice spoke again, "Stop asking. Right now, those guys are still fighting over it. If by chance any one of them has a special sense and detects my presence, it would be bad. Let’s wait for this matter to settle, and I will explain in detail afterward. Remember, don’t take this Chaos Core out of the storage ring for now, or there will be big trouble."

Su Yu silently nodded, knowing that those divine beings would kill ruthlessly for a Chaos Staff, and if they discovered the Chaos Core was in his possession, it could lead to great disaster. He thus closed his mouth, not thinking further, and just listened to the warfare in the void.

This battle shook the entire Upper Realm. The top ten races, the Silver Empire, and even Giant Eye City were all shaken, except that the one from Giant Eye City did not show up.

In fact, even if that one had appeared, it would have been of no use. The forces involved in this battle were far too terrifying. Even the Immortals of the Aztec, who were renowned as the strongest, couldn’t control the situation, let alone others.

The battle lasted for ten days and nights. From afar, one could see figure after figure falling from the sky, igniting pillars of flame soaring up to heaven, piercing through the entire world. Not only Su Yu and the Black Warriors watched this battle, but almost all beings in the world trembled. They didn’t know the reason for this upheaval, only knowing that in the void above, beyond their vision, gods were slaughtering each other.

This time, it was a far cry from the minor skirmishes at the Maya Clan’s "Bonanpak City." This battle was a genuine fight to the death. Observers even saw a god in the void, ablaze with fire that lit up half the sky.

The clouds burned in fiery red.

Those unaware could only watch in horror and shock, while those who knew the situation inhaled sharply, knowing that this god had either been driven to the brink or was lashing out in fury and had willingly set their own life force and soul ablaze to perish with the enemy.

The origin of this event was the competition for a Chaos Staff, but as the slaughter progressed, nearly all parties involved had blood in their eyes, endlessly throwing massive amounts of combat power into the fray.

"King Jingjue, die—only you remain of the five kings of Loulan. Do you still have the face to live alone?" A terrifying bellow, accompanied by a piercing, hoarse scream, suddenly tore the void apart. Upon hearing this noise, all beings on the ground trembled.

The "Five Great Divine Kings" of Loulan civilization had all fallen?

"Maya Pillar God—die—"

"Roar—"

The slaughter beyond the skies, Su Yu and the others, could only listen from afar with their ears. Although unable to witness the true extent of the battle, the sound of the horror and the debris falling from the void were enough to convey the fierceness of the conflict.

In a world completely beyond the reach of Su Yu and the others, a majestic statue stood a thousand feet tall within this world.

The statue, with a human body and dragon feet, six hands, and two eyes, had sword-like sideburns and a pair of horns atop its head, standing within this world as an unyielding pillar, its might overshadowing the heavens and its presence dominating through the ages.

Suddenly, a wood-carved female figure appeared from afar, hurtling through the skies towards this thousand-foot-tall statue at breakneck speed.

This wooden sculpture of a woman towered at ten meters and was unmistakably the totemic wood carving of the Loulan civilization; however, at this moment, terrifying cracks had split open within the carving, and from these cracks, copious amounts of blood flowed, presenting a shocking and disturbing sight.

And in hot pursuit behind this totemic wood carving was a giant eagle.

With a human head and arms, this colossal eagle had wings stretched a hundred meters wide. Right now, its face bore a fierce and sinister grin.

"Totem of Loulan, stop running. You’ve been wounded; you won’t escape the palm of my hand—"

"Eagle Totem of Assyria, why aren’t you after the Chaos Staff instead of chasing me?" A woman’s voice, tinged with a hint of panic, rang out from within the heavily injured totemic wood carving ahead.

"Heh, hehe..." The Eagle Totem let out a bizarre laugh, "With the Immortal present, I stand no chance at the Chaos Staff. It’s better to split open your body and extract your heart. Devouring the heart of a totem is a rare opportunity that comes once in a millennium—"

With macabre laughter, the Eagle Totem chased after the statue that couldn’t recover from its serious injuries, trailing it into this world that even "it" had never before visited.

Upon catching sight of the towering stone sculpture from afar, the "Eagle Totem" gasped slightly, surprised, but without giving it much thought, it continued to flap its wings, eager to capture the totemic wood carving.

With a single flap of its wings, it stirred up a ferocious gale. In an instant, the Eagle Totem flew tens of thousands of miles and appeared right behind the totemic wood carving. It stretched out both palms and grabbed the carving, wrapping its wings tightly around it.

"No—" A scream of terror rang out from within the wood carving, while the Eagle Totem’s hands had already penetrated the cracks in the carving, desperately tearing it apart.

"Heh...hehe... If not for the power of the Immortal, I truly wouldn’t have been able to split open your body. This is an incredibly rare opportunity. After devouring your heart... even the Immortal... might not be so fearsome to me..."

The Eagle Totem laughed wickedly, its hands tearing apart the carving. Amid horrific sounds, a massive rift was finally carved open in the wooden totem, revealing a heart covered in blood, beating strong and steady.

Ecstatic, the Eagle Totem opened its mouth wide, ready to devour the heart when suddenly, a somewhat stern voice sounded, "How bold, who permitted you to enter here and desecrate the ’Warlord Statue’?"

This voice was unexpected, causing the Eagle Totem to falter. The wood carving then screamed, "I am the totem of Loulan civilization. Please, considering our shared origins, save me—"

"Loulan? Hmm, though not closely related, there is indeed a slight connection..." The stern voice expressed surprise, "It seems you knew what this place was and intentionally fled here?"

Hearing this, the Eagle Totem did not speak and, without hesitating, lunged for the heart of the wood carving. All it thought of was to devour the heart of the wooden totem first; anything else could be dealt with later. From the tone of the stern voice, it seemed like the wooden totem deliberately led itself here. But the Eagle Totem was unafraid.

In this world, apart from the Immortal beings, there was scarcely anything worthy of its fear. And the Immortals were few and far between—as countable on one hand. How could such a desolate world house an Immortal being?

No sooner had the Eagle Totem had this thought than the stern voice chuckled, "Such audacity from a flat-feathered beast, you need a lesson—"

As the voice fell, a swishing sound. The Eagle Totem felt a sudden cold at its beak, and then something seemed amiss. Hastily reaching with its hand, it was covered in blood. Its prideful sharp beak had been sliced off.

"Ah—" It took a moment for the Eagle Totem to realize what had happened, blood spouting from its mouth. Following this, it felt one of its wings tighten as if gripped by some force. This tremendous power was so alarming that it didn’t have time to struggle against it.

"Considering that you, a mere beast, have lived this long and became a totem animal of a clan—a rare feat—I shall spare your life today. Away with you—"

As the stern voice spoke, the Eagle Totem felt its seized wing tighten. Then suddenly, with a whoosh, it was hurled out involuntarily. The force of the throw was incomprehensible, tearing open a black hole in the void.

It was cast into this darkness. When the Eagle Totem regained its senses, it found itself back in the original chaotic battle, where various beings were still mindlessly fighting over the "Chaos Staff".

The Eagle Totem shuddered. From beginning to end, it had failed to see the true face of that stern voice, and hadn’t even caught a glimpse of a shadow. What place was that world, and what was that towering statue? It seemed the wood carving of Loulan knew something? Too terrifying, far too terrifying. That stern voice...

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